Bastard generation knows no new words for change
Can you tell your kin they'll grow old with a straight face?
Born as an afterthought
Maybe whatever comes next can look up at the stars and finally dream
Your blood salts soil
If the clock strikes 12
Let's make damn sure
You burn with us
Every brick in disregard of the dirt we all belong to
A thousand times past
A thousand more sown
Your blood salts soil
If the clock strikes 12
Let's make damn sure
You burn with us
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